My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 450 The Collapse of the Last Magic Workshop
"Shafiq, do you have anything else to say?"

Shafik knelt limply in the center of the Wizengamot Hall, exactly the same as those who were judged when they received the bad news. His eyesight was lax, his hair was disheveled, and his star-studded robes became gray.

"No."

"I didn't expect you to plead so happily." Nobby Rich stood beside Dumbledore, acting as the clerk, with stacks of thick files floating behind him, which was shocking.

"You don't know what I've been through at all...you don't understand at all..." After rushing into the hall, Shafiq could only keep repeating this sentence, "you will also If you encounter it, it will tear you apart until there are no bones left..."

"Did you see a ghost in the corridor?" Rich sneered disdainfully, drew another line on the file in his hand, threw it into a thick stack of documents behind him, and took out a new one. It has been going on for a long time, so long that in the dark underground where people lose their sense of time, he also feels hungry and extremely sleepy. He braced himself and said righteously, "Are you pretending to be crazy? Get rid of this idea." , your crimes are enough to make you dig up and flog your corpse even if you die!"

Nobby, do you still want to play that Knight of the Law Enforcement Department in front of Dumbledore?You have become what I expected, do you still think you can fool your former teacher?
Shafik raised his head in a daze, his empty eyes frightened Rich, as if he was facing someone who had been kissed by a dementor, Shafik didn't even have the strength to say this, he was just thinking in his heart Laughing at Rich, who thought he would have a bright future after getting rid of the shackles, after experiencing everything just now, he has lost the slightest interest in everything in this dark room.

Even now, Shafiq doesn't feel that he is wrong, he is just afraid of that man's power, afraid that when he locks himself in an endless loop, waiting for himself to make a choice that meets his expectations, that kind of feeling is comparable to God... no!The power of the devil.

"Actually, we all know that you are not an unforgivable criminal."

Dumbledore bent down, leaned close to Shafik's ear, and said softly, noticing that the two chief wizards turned their heads, only some wizards in the corner were still staring at this place intently.

"I didn't expect you to understand, Albus," Shafik's eyes glowed with some brilliance, but quickly dimmed, "No, you won't understand, our world is built on a crumbling sand castle In fact, termites have already eaten away the foundation and become a member of the majority, which can prevent the sandcastle from collapsing."

"I know that, except for the first files, the content added later does not belong to you," Dumbledore said with a smile in his lower voice, looking like a qualified "Wisengamwa youth representative" who cares about the elderly , He paused, and moved closer, "In order to prevent the sandcastle from collapsing, what we should do now is to eradicate all those moths, and then replace the foundation with a truly suitable structure and material, otherwise it will one day It's broken, isn't it?"

"..."

Shafik lowered his head, shook his head with a wry smile, and did not respond to Dumbledore.

"I recognize your contribution to maintaining the Wizengamot, and your sin is not even a crime here, because everyone else is doing it."

Dumbledore said softly, and he even put his hands on Shafik's shoulders, looking like a pair of teachers and students parting with emotion, in fact, most of the people present thought so too— The Wizengamot has been doing this for an unknown number of years, and everyone is clamoring for their own interests. As for the original intention of the establishment, what is the significance compared with the power and power obtained by Garen?

Some old people who walked with Shafik even wiped their tears for the embarrassment of the last era. They witnessed Shafik announce Dumbledore as the youth representative of the Wizengamot with a smile on his face many years ago. , which almost declared that he would be the next successor, but no one would have thought that this handover would end in such a tragic way at such a time.

In the minds of many people, although Shafik is old-fashioned and strict, he is an out-and-out respected person to the wizarding world. They don't realize the seriousness of his behavior at all. Demps Lido sighed, the Wizengamot really needs fresh blood.

"You're all doing that, but it doesn't mean it's right. You're squeezing the future of British wizards, making commoners nowhere to go, making the rich not enterprising, and people lack mobility. Stiff things will rot, and dead parts must be Excision," Dumbledore's tone was a little fierce, but his voice was still controlled between the two, "Do you still remember the first law when the Wizengamot was established? The most basic constitution? I also forgot , but a student of mine who likes history told me the answer, you know? In the next few hundred years, among the new laws and regulations made by the Wizengamot, few of them are not contrary to the original intention! This is the same as the Middle Ages in its own What's the difference in being the master in your territory?"

"I've heard this passage," Shafik's lips murmured, and the words spewed out of his mouth were slurred, and he needed to prick his ears to hear clearly, "Earlier, you and Gellert Green DeVoe preached this idea, you called it the 'greater good', I remember when you betrayed yourself and chose to be an enemy of him, why use this to convince me now?"

"This is not his opinion, nor is it my prejudice that I insisted on going my own way." Dumbledore sighed, "The building will fall, and delay will only make the collapse more terrible. Express wizard, you will not fail to understand this truth."

The brilliance in Shafiq's eyes was rekindled. It has to be said that these two epoch-making magical vehicles are indeed achievements he is proud of.

"I used to be like you," Shafik shook his head, "No, I'm not as good as you, Albus, I used to be like Nobby, graduated from Ravenclaw, full of enthusiasm, thought I could do something It’s a big deal. When I was a student, I often traveled during the holidays. I saw the rapid development of Muggles. They have surpassed us in all fields except magic, so I said to my father, I want to let British wizards feel the convenience of Muggles, and he thinks I'm crazy, but out of favor, that locomotive and that bus are quietly assembled when Muggle factories are closed for the night."

"I heard that you and Nelson are related." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. He didn't know that these two things had such a close relationship with Shafik. "Now that I think about it, this rumor may be true."

"He may not want to admit it." Shafik's eyes wandered, avoiding this question, and his memories fell into the horrible encounters in the corridor from time to time. In the cycle of himself, his not stupid mind made him aware of a Shafik didn't dare to think about the more terrifying possibility, and continued to recall, "Later, after graduating with excellent grades, I entered the Department of Legal Enforcement, and I was in the same department as Nobby when he entered the Ministry of Magic. Unlike him, I don't need to waste time in a cramped office, and I don't need to make any achievements, and I can move up step by step."

He raised his head, looked at Rich's still young side face, and continued to lower his eyes and said, "I always thought that I would become the greatest wizard in a century. After I became the director of the Department of Law Enforcement, my dictatorship finally attracted attention. To express the dissatisfaction of others, it was a young man who had just entered the department, a mixed race with no background, and he yelled at me in the meeting. Only then did I know that everything I got came from my surname, my first name There's no point in front of a last name, and even the straight honors I got when I graduated got credit for my father, who told me his Muggle-born mother was the one I pushed out, and I remember that girl, in In my impression, she was better than me. I thought she was already enjoying a better future. I didn't expect that she returned to her hometown, married an illiterate Muggle alcoholic, and gave birth to a pregnant woman. A boy born of resentment."

Dumbledore listened patiently to his narration, Shafik's heart was not unbreakable, and when he began to reminisce about the past, Dumbledore felt that he was getting closer to what he wanted.

"What a brave man."

"He's a Gryffindor." Shafik sighed. "Even though I know he's right, he can't stay in the Ministry anymore. No one likes a colleague or subordinate like that." .”

"What happened to him after that?"

"He..." Shafik shook his head with a wry smile, "He defected with his mother, and fled to Nurmengard with the detailed information of Si Li. It was the winter of 1926. I didn't realize that he brought The information we took included the detailed defense map of the German Ministry of Magic that we had collected so hard. In order not to take responsibility, I even tried my best to cover up this serious accident. Under my deliberate cover-up, no one realized that Germany was The defenses of extraditing Grindelwald to stand trial will stand before the eyes of the saints as naked as a naked man."

Dumbledore clenched his fists hard, he suddenly felt sorry for what he said, not to Shafik, but to those souls who died unjustly.

"You know what happened later, Grindelwald escaped from birth," Shafik said in a tone that could not hear guilt or complacency. He had no emotions at all. "It was also from that time that I realized that I'm really just a moth hanging on the Shafiq surname, I didn't join them, I was born to be one of the majority, when my father came to me and asked me to find a way to get rid of the shame of the Shafiq family , it is in our interest to keep him and his Mudblood wife forever in the fire of Paris, which is also a great weakening of the French Ministry of Magic - these requests are exactly what I want, I am afraid they will find Green The reason why Devore got out of trouble was on my head, so I tampered with the order and delayed the Ministry's reinforcements to the fire in Paris."

"Speaking of which, I don't know your name yet. I have always only called you Judge Shafik." Dumbledore had given up the idea of ​​saving him. In his opinion, Shafik had already written a letter on his forehead. Dead words, it is better to ask the name, at least the injustice has the head and the debt has the owner.

"Don't you eat chocolate frogs?"

"I've never been very lucky with this kind of trading card."

"Go ahead and call me Shafiq," Shafiq sighed, "my name means nothing outside of my family name."

"Indeed." Dumbledore murmured, but Shafik didn't listen to this criticism.

"The greatest achievement in my life is those two cars, and choosing you, Albus, don't go my way." Shafik thought a lot, sighed, and didn't notice that Dumbledore was treating him Disgusted with words and deeds, he said to himself, "I know what you want, but those things will soon become meaningless."

"why?"

"Removing the termites that gnaw on the embankment needs to be picked out one by one," Shafiq's eyes burst out with great fear, "In the endless cycle, I want to understand one thing, you take my memory away , after you see it, you will understand."

After all, wisps of steam gushed out from his forehead, and floated in front of Dumbledore without being noticed by anyone.

"However, if we directly destroy the dam and then rebuild it, it is undoubtedly the simplest, most efficient, and most practical method for those who do not belong to the 'majority'," Shafiq said. Under the cover of blond hair, the extremely sincere smiling face, in his view now, is undoubtedly the smile of the devil, "There is nothing in the world that is free, if there is really nothing, it is only because of your stupidity that you did not realize it Something was taken."

The memory formed a cloudy teardrop between him and Dumbledore. Dumbledore blinked. On the surface of the liquid, the words Shafik wanted to tell him flickered like a revolving lantern, and his expression gradually changed. From being dazed to nervous, he finally narrowed his eyes, and his eyes became cold.

He let go of Shafiq and stood up with a bang.

Seeing Dumbledore standing up, Rich hurriedly approached, "Professor Dumbledore, these confessions require you to personally—"

"Today's Hogwarts final exam," Dumbledore waved his hand, "you can figure it out yourself, if you really can't do it, wait for me to come back."

Rich opened his mouth, just about to tell the urgency of the situation, but the phoenix that had been dozing on Dumbledore's shoulders had already opened his eyes, and with a burst of flames, Dumbledore disappeared.

"Isn't it... you can't apparate here?"

Richie twirled his wand in a daze, but it didn't do much except to turn himself dizzy.

……

Dumbledore did not return to Hogwarts as he said, but rushed to Diagon Alley without stopping.

At the edge of Diagon Alley, there were many workshops belonging to various families. He hadn't been here for a long time, and the scene in front of him was quite different from what he remembered.

There are many standard buildings, only a workshop with the Malfoy family crest on the corner remains.

His figure flashed and appeared next to the workshop. An elderly craftsman carefully holding a cardboard box was chased out by a fierce-looking wizard. The building collapsed in the smoke.

"Get out! Don't really think that the old man will give up such a waste like you said in the notice! Get out of here, and get out of your country with your non-profitable shit skills and go to your doghouse Go!" He pushed the old man and shouted, "I heard that there is a master in Nurmengard who likes to raise you guys who can perform talents. You can sell your poor property and go there to try your luck. Maybe you can Meet a grown-up who likes dogs!"

After finishing speaking, he laughed loudly, not concealing his malice at all, and without stopping at all, he ran towards the most prosperous and luxurious street in Diagon Alley.

The old craftsman turned his head blankly, looking at the ruins covered by smoke and dust, a line of muddy tears dripped slowly from his wrinkled cheeks.

Dumbledore followed his gaze, and those buildings that were exactly the same except for the emblems above their heads were like a forest of steel, like a circle of steel walls, making him breathless.

"Are you late?"

(End of this chapter)